I am just a dusk that slowly sinks in the silence of your eyes, acquires the memories I keep in my time. As the sun is going to sink in time, that's where I remember the orange that once radiated beautifully in your smile like the twilight, though for a moment in my eyes, you are God's most beautiful creation
My coffee never needs sugar. He just needs the sweetness of your past promises. Now? Only the remaining dregs. Bitter and sick.
Endless coffee leaves the dregs, though bitter is better than you who go without
leave anything behind.